Mrs Thornhill Novels & Stories

"Oh, my God, I always thought Mr. Miller was all tough and intimidating, but he's shockingly gentle." "Yeah, but he seemed a bit cold to his fiancee just now. At times, I almost thought Ms. Thorne was the one he really cared about." "That makes sense. Ms. Thorne does come from a prominent family. I heard the fiancee today is just the daughter of one of the Thorne family's household staff." "Are you serious? She's barely of any standing and still throws a fit, and Mr. Miller doesn't even bat an eye? He's way too patient."

"They know me better than that. I've spent ten years supporting this town." "They know Elias Thorne," Mrs. Henderson countered, finally meeting her eyes. "They see the diamond, the limo, and the Thorne Global sign going up on the Inn. They see a small-town girl who got rich and is now complicit in the ruin of the town's history." The climax of the tension came when Mark, Leo's "Uncle Mark" (a local teacher and close family friend who had often been a surrogate male figure), walked into the nursery. His expression was a deep mixture of hurt and accusation.

Her mother’s brows furrowed. “Who?” Chloe took a breath,steadying herself. “That’s Mr. Thorne.” There was absolute silence. Her mother blinked repeatedly,like her brain needed time to process what she had just heard. “…what?” Elgin’s expression hardened instantly. Recognition clicked fully now. “Elias Thorne,” he repeated under his breath. “Yeah… Elias Thorne.” Chloe said Her mom’s eyes widened. “Thorne? As in the billionaire Thorne? The one who owns half the city?”

He pinched his tired eyebrows and asked in a low voice, "Apart from Oliver's special situation these days, is there anything else going on at home?" Diana hesitated for a while, but still said: "A woman came to the house ten days ago to make trouble." James Smith didn't speak. Diana pondered: "That woman kept calling your name, saying that Rachel West was dying, and that you should hurry and save her."

The butler became visibly excited and said, "She was a lunatic and has already been sent to a mental hospital." "The Miller family's mental hospital?" "Yes." Thorne sneered, "The Miller family really thought of themselves as onions." The old butler frowned and looked displeased. "The young master rarely comes back, does he not plan to visit Lady Miller?" Thorne said, "Hmph. You simply couldn't handle me, so you passed me on to Lady Miller. Fine, let's just meet then." The old butler obediently pushed the wheelchair for Thorne this time. Thorne took a stroll around the fire scene, with no actions except for reaching out to touch the walls. The intelligent system on the armrest of his wheelcha

Mary might call me a prude but a club or bar or whatever just wasn't my type of thing. "Not exactly the type of place I thought I would find you in" Someone said from my right. "I'm here with a....." And not exactly the type of person I expected to find here. She gave me a small smile and dropped down on the seat Mary just got up from but not after giving the seat a disgusting look. She wasn't looking bad at all, beautiful and tall and radiant as ever with a smile that could stop a crowd. Elizabeth Thorn, owner of the biggest chain of hospital in the states. Elizabeth Thorn, one of the richest women I have ever met. Elizabeth Thorn, who treated me like a daughter until I became disposable.

Her silver-streaked dark hair was pulled into an elegant twist, and her eyes—the same ice blue as Sylvan's—regarded me with thinly veiled disapproval. "Sit," she commanded, gesturing to the chair across from her. I obeyed, maintaining the respectful demeanor expected when addressing the Luna. "You wanted to see me, Mrs. Thorne?" "I understand you've dismissed Martha Collins from your household," she began, her tone suggesting I'd committed a grave offense. "Without consulting anyone." I kept my expression neutral. "Yes. I felt it was necessary." "Necessary?" She raised an eyebrow. "Martha has served our family loyally for twenty years. She was assigned to your household as a courtesy, to hel

she exclaimed. “If I'll never guess then there is no point in me guessing is there?” I sighed and placed my laptop bag down at the side. “I had a visit from mother earlier and she wanted to know if we were interested in going to the Thorns charity event next Saturday!” The Thorns are well known for their status and money. 20 years ago, Richard and Lesley Thorn invested in setting up a local apple orchard and cidery and opened Thorn cider. Before long they had expanded across the country. Their brand quickly hit shelves across all supermarkets and stores in the UK. Although their wealth has grown, the family stayed local and chose to run the local site as opposed to moving away. Their childre

“Senna, you’ve changed so much. You used to be kind and well-mannered, but now you’re rude and shameless. Just leave. Being a mistress will never end well for you…” “Shut up,” Senna snapped, her icy gaze like a knife. “You, of all people, have no right to lecture me. Your own hands aren’t clean. Do I need to remind you how you stole someone’s husband, forced his wife away, and took her place? You’re the real homewrecker here.” “You—!” Mrs. Thorne’s face turned red with fury. “You dare call me a homewrecker?! I’ll kill you!” She shoved Mr. Thorne aside and lunged at Senna.

she whispered smiling. I frowned, then smiled and shook my head. "Oh, maybe she forgot. Excuse me, Mrs. Rani," she said goodbye, carrying a plastic kitchen waste. I answered with a nod and a smile. Great Madame seemed to be like that. Maybe the jewelry set was a bonus? Oh, that's impossible. Indeed, rich people sometimes act beyond reason. Who knows? *** [Rani, I ask for food. I am hungry]